I’m average.
No, I’m not skinny.
No visible bones, no endless legs.
No, I’m not fat.
No wide waist, no soft, round face.
No, I’m not curvy.
No hourglass ticking time down slowly
as I walk in a perfect motion.
I’m average.
No, I’m not cold.
I don’t turn away with a blank stare,
don’t just nod through every word.
No, I’m not loud.
I don’t shout to fill the silence,
don’t laugh high-pitched to prove I’m alive.
No, I’m not stupid.
I don’t hide behind excuses
or stumble into every mistake.
No, I’m not perfect.
I don’t see myself above or below anyone.
I’m average.
I’m not worthless—no one is.
But I’m not useful, either.
I sit in the background of every scene—
needed, but never noticed.
I gave up trying long ago.
I don’t chase the spotlight anymore.
I’m average.
I don’t have a crowd of friends.
But I’m not alone.
I’m the quiet glue holding everything together.
If I’m not there—
no one is.
I’m just average.
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Author:
Gianna Chester (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is how many people feel, wanted to spread the message!
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Comments2
A great poem about being average. There is nothing wrong with being average, if everyone was superior then superior would be average. A good read
Thanks so much! You're definitely right!
You are most welcome
Well Ms. Average, I'm not sure many people feel like that, and certainly you have escaped that category by pasting your thoughts up here. Please keep going.
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